Team Leader Du was surprised: "Less than fifty?" Mrs. Wu's face was wrinkled, one by one, and she looked at least sixty years old.

"Mrs. Wu is also pitiful, two years ago, her daughter and son-in-law were killed by robbers, and she only has this little grandson who can hurt. The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed again: "Mrs. Wu is not easy, people are kind and soft-hearted, when it is cold, she always sends clothes and porridge to the poor. Breaking dishes here is a trivial matter, two months ago the plug on the door was broken, so that the guests could not push the door in, and then secretly put croton in the trough, the horse pulled all the way to the thin, one horse walked more than ten miles and died, the bitter lord came back to us to settle the account, almost knocked out my guy's teeth, alas!"

"Awesome. Team Leader Du scratched his chin and sighed twice, and he didn't know whether to praise the master or the child, "Then how did this matter end in the end?"

"How else can it be over?" the shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "The seven horses have eaten croton, the Zhou family is only willing to pay for the dead horses, and the other losses are still paid by Mrs. Wu herself, otherwise I won't be able to open this store." Zhou Wazi's family is in the local area, and he is a big family, so no one dares to embarrass him too much. ”

The white cat's tail hangs down and gently pats the table legs. Mrs. Wu's grandson made this small shop so hard, but the shopkeeper was grateful to Mrs. Wu.

It was just a small episode, and everyone drove off after dinner.

Walking here, Yan Saburo also basically saw the terrain of the Red Mill Valley clearly, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "surrounded by mountains". This is a valley surrounded on all sides by mountains, which cut the basin to pieces like a pronely dragon.

Regardless of soil fertility, this terrain cannot even be cultivated in large quantities, and even if crops can be grown, the yield is bound to be limited. Chitose happened to see terraced rice fields on the side of the mountain, and they were also scattered.

If you can't grow food, you can't feed people, and generally speaking, this kind of small village in a big ravine can live hundreds of people.

However, the procurement manager told Yan Saburo that the village road connecting the official road and Hongmo Village had been paved and could accommodate at least three cars driving side by side. It is a big project to build a road in such a poor rural area, and the cost of manpower and financial resources is incalculable, but the road to communicate with the outside world has been repaired very early in Hongmo Village, and it is renovated every ten years or so.

In a remote mountain village like this, it's usually nice to be able to get out of a dirt road. The benefits that needle fetal flowers have brought to this village can be seen from this.

The team walked among the mountains, and Yan Saburo often saw the traces left by roadside landslides and mudslides. Despite the flash flood some time ago, the road surface after clearing is quite smooth and does not prevent the carriage and horses from moving forward.

If you want to enter the Red Mill Valley, there are several steep winding mountain roads that cannot be bypassed, and the carriage must be close to the mountain wall, after all, a few steps away is a deep ravine, standing on the edge of the road and overlooking the below, the water at the bottom of the ravine is shining.

Soon, the team was entering an "S" shaped corner. A large pit with a diameter of nearly two zhang was smashed on the outermost side of the road, and countless gravel was piled up on the side of the road, and there was no time to clean it up.

Apparently this section of the road was hit by a landslide not long ago, and the road was damaged by falling boulders and a large amount of sand. The purchasing manager told Yan Saburo that it had been raining recently, and this road could not be repaired for the time being.

The road has become narrower, and the convoy has to be careful when passing here, especially when rocks fall from above.

Walking here, Yan Saburo didn't dare to stay in the car, and directly dismounted and walked with everyone. Everyone was walking cautiously, and suddenly heard a "Karala" sound above, and the experienced team leader Du immediately shouted: "Pay attention to the top of your head, there are falling rocks!"

He reined in his horse and looked up, and his face suddenly changed.

Directly above, several stones rolled down the mountain wall, the big ones were over the basin, and the small ones were the size of fists, and they were just throwing them at everyone!

This kind of falling rock from a height is only the size of a finch to make a hole in the door of a person's head. If these pieces really hit someone, it won't be a problem to open the scoop.

For a while, the convoy was in a hurry to avoid, everyone was in a hurry, and a few horses were frightened, shook their heads and tails, and kicked out a team member who could not be avoided!

Below, is the abyss.

Yan Saburo stood beside this person, grabbed his arm without thinking, and pulled him back hard!

Thanks to his diligence day after day, his lower plate is extremely stable, even if a hundred-pound man falls out, he can't lead him astray.

The man was kicked so painful that he was about to soar through the clouds, but before he could exclaim, a strong force came, dragging him back again.

That is, in the blink of an eye, he was shocked, but he was already grounded again.

A young man's quiet voice came from beside him: "Stand firm!"

Then, Yan Saburo let go of his hand and looked up.

He heard a chuckle from above.

When everyone was frightened, this laughter was really abrupt, including Leader Du, many people heard it, raised their eyes, but saw four or five people standing on the mountain road above, all looking down here.

Among this group of people, there are Mrs. Wu and her little grandson Zhou Xianyi. It was this kid who laughed out loud, and when he saw the people below look up, he stuck out his tongue at everyone.

The white cat got angry: "Beat him!"

There was a grumpy guy in the caravan, and at this time he also shouted angrily: "That little ghost, did you kick down the stone!"

Fist-sized rocks fall more than a dozen feet, and they can easily smash and injure people. If you accidentally hit your head, you may be killed.

Mrs. Wu protected her grandson with one hand and prevented him from leaning out, and shook her hand at the people below: "No...... Rocks...... Drop ......"

The wind was strong, and the old lady's voice was shrill and thin, and there were only a few words that came into everyone's ears, which were far less clear than Yan Saburo and Chitose. But everyone also understood that Mrs. Wu denied that the stone was thrown by her own group, especially not with her little grandson.

Where is the guy willing to believe, he raised his legs and rushed forward, intending to give this group of people a good look. Team Leader Du stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Don't come nonsense!"

"Do you believe that woman?" said the man, angrily, "she must be short!"

"What are you going to do if you catch up, and what if they didn't throw the stone?"

"This ......"

Team Leader Du continued to say calmly: "Even if it is thrown by the little baby, they are old and small, you really can't beat others? Besides, this is Hongmo Mountain, and we are standing on other people's turf!"

He made the problem clear in a few words.

Yes, even if they catch up, and they say they didn't throw it, what can they do to them? This guy also figured it out, cursed in his mouth, and turned around to lead his horse.

The boy on the hill continued to smile smugly at them.

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